Zhao Qiang obviously wanted to pretend to be indifferent, but her face became increasingly ugly. Her posture seemed to be about to burst into anger again, but she couldn't stop speaking. The remaining people, including Liang An, although most of them have the ability to observe people's emotions, after all, the current inquiry was for legitimate reasons, and no one came out to stop it at this time.
Being blind is not an alternative description, it is a real thing.
According to her, in the same year that young Zhao Qiang lost his father, it was also the time when his biological father suffered a car accident and became blind.
Unlike other families who are seriously ill and financially overwhelmed, all the gloom in Zhao Qiang's childhood did not stem from her family's financial difficulties - her father, who has always been careful about money, has a savings that is enough to cover the cost of surgery and support the family. This is a blessing among misfortunes.
But maybe the old saying can sometimes be true in reverse: God may open a window for people, but it may also close a door.
As a wife and as a mother, Wang Chuyue is not a person worthy of praise.
Her character is too self-centered, relatively extreme, and has no inhibitions about the people around her—it's not that heinous, but it's hard to avoid being cold and mean. And such a person may just go his own way in normal times, but he was the only relative who could speak to the person who had just lost his sight at that time.
No one could see that the originally gorgeous world around him suddenly turned into boundless darkness. One of the relatives around him is ignorant, and the other is increasingly disgusted with this "burden" that has suddenly changed from the pillar of support, making the only comfort of hearing uneasy.
"I wasn't old enough to remember at that time, but there were many signs, and I thought I knew what happened." Zhao Qiang moved her wrists, her face was as dark as water, and she didn't know what else she remembered, "When I was a child, I didn't even know that I had a relative. Dad, I thought that the man nestled in the corner that I accidentally photographed in the photo album was some poor disabled caregiver, until... when I was eighteen years old."
Seeing her expression, even Wen Yiting, who was focused on persuading others, didn't dare to be too optimistic, "What accident happened?"
"No," Zhao Qiang looked up and twitched her lips, "Isn't this coming of age? My mother gave me a gift box, saying it was an adult gift from my biological father - it sounds quite heartwarming, right? "
Apparently this is not the case.
"Briefally, she gave me a sewing kit."
"Maybe the older generation of that era would really like this..."
After all, Zhao Qiang, who lost her father, is only three years old and should not show too much personal preferences - even if the lot is drawn, it may not be just right.
"You're wrong. It doesn't matter to me if you just gave me the wrong thing. If that's true, at least it can stay here for so long and I can still think about it, so there's no need to beat the drum." Zhao Qiang had obviously expected it, and clicked his tongue, " I got it from a neighbor who attended a wedding banquet and stayed in a hotel a few days ago - she didn't even bother to remove the disposable packaging inside."
"Maybe..." This time it was Liang An's turn to think, "This approach has another purpose?"
However, Zhao Qiang agreed and even nodded sincerely: "Because my name is written on the real estate certificate left by my grandparents. She even gave my father's inheritance to the lawyer with full authority, except for the one who can directly get it. I didn’t even bother to look further, but suddenly I realized that there was such an advantage to be taken advantage of. If you want to start a conversation and ask someone for something, of course you have to tell me your real father’s name first, and then you can show off.”
Others were speechless. Zhao Qiang finally suppressed her emotions by laughing at herself, and was questioned by someone who couldn't see the situation clearly.
"Next?"
"Actually, it's all trivial matters in the final analysis," Zhao Qiang crossed her arms, squinted her eyes slightly, and turned the corners of her mouth aside, "No matter what, she did bring me to such a big place. No matter where the capital came from, the facts are the facts. ...Managing a small supermarket can be considered a livelihood, but in recent years she has not been able to find any thorns because I have moved far away."
Then they were imprisoned here together.
"How?" Jiang Qiu asked again.
Zhao Qiang glanced at him, not angry: "There is something called a helper. If you have spare money, just hire someone to do it. It doesn't matter if you go back when you have time. It's convenient in this day and age. I can find some excuses to go on business trips to discuss business. You can also fool people. The Internet is easy to use these days, and everything can be done online."
Maybe talking does help, and she did persuade herself to come over. Or perhaps Jiang Qiu's expression was too open and natural, without any pretense. No matter how he questioned him, he could not sense any malicious temperament - it was enviable and convenient, but also difficult to learn.
At this time, Jiang Qiu seemed to have figured it out. He lowered his head and thought carefully for a moment, then walked over to find Liang An.
However, his actions were really confusing. He turned around repeatedly and looked around in a deserted place for about half a minute, and then he came over. Due to his characteristics, the way he hides is not like a thief, but like a peek-a-boo.
"What are you looking at?" Liang An started to feel a little confused. His companion seemed to have his inner ghosts on his face.
Jiang Qiu also looked at him.
"...Forget it, if you have anything to say, just say it directly." Liang An really had no choice.
If only a few years earlier, or even more than ten years earlier, when Liang An himself was young and only about one meter tall, maybe he would have had more of a strange desire to explore and get to the bottom of any problem. Try to figure out what happened in Jiang Qiu's magical brain.
After all, as a research subject, Jiang Qiu has never been threatening or malicious to anyone. He is like a sponge, absorbing all external nutrients indiscriminately. At the same time, even if he is cut open and taken a closer look, he has no sense or reaction and will only remain silent. He watched the explorations of others and remained indifferent to this situation.
But Jiang Qiu himself was indifferent, which did not mean that those people would not take any action.
Now Liang An only knows that when something abnormal happens to Jiang Qiu, ignorance is a good thing.
Unknown external factors are also the most dangerous external factors. There are too many dangerous mysteries hidden around Jiang Qiu. Although Liang An had already relaxed his vigilance in this regard because he was on a deserted island, thinking that this might be a convenient opportunity to communicate, but even if he didn't decide to delve into Jiang Qiu's strange behavior, a siren sounded in his heart.
Is it really related to those people?
But before Liang An could reluctantly think about the other crises he might face on this deserted island, the noise on the other side caught their attention.
"What's wrong?!"
Liang An raised his head and looked upstairs. At this time, Wang Chuyue, who was frustrated and distracted in the jungle, also came back. The old man couldn't walk very far by herself, and she was also afraid that she would go to some dangerous place, so the journey only lasted a few minutes, just enough to miss Zhao Qiang's long list of equally displeased explanations.
At this moment, Zheng Chunsheng poked his head out from outside the railing upstairs with a solemn expression, and Zhao Yi also ran downstairs.
Li Jiaojiao disappeared.
